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I shake my head. “No, but at least she’d have been prepared for it. Now, you’ve pushed her away and abandoned her. She’s hurting.”

Maggie sobs quietly. “I never wanted to hurt her, I never wanted her to suffer. I know how devastated she was when she lost her parents, I didn’t want to dredge up old memories. I just wanted her to be happy.”

“She was,” I say, my throat welling up with emotion. She’s been a part of my life for so fucking long, seeing her so defeated hurts. Maggie is like a sister to me, and knowing she’s dying is fucking gutting. “But she’s not right now. She believes neither of you ever wanted her, nor do you love her. She truly believes she was brought here just so you could have a kid. That’s beyond fucked up.”

Never did I think I’d go against my family, but for Alexis, I’d fucking tear down the world to make her happy. What Andrew and Maggie have done hurt her, and while I understand the situation is a delicate one and one that’s hard to navigate, the words that were said were unnecessary and hurtful. That’s not something I’ll tolerate. No one will treat Alexis like she doesn’t belong.

“Where is she?” Maggie asks.

“She’s safe, she’s working right now, and she’s doing okay. She needs the space.” I’m not going to tell them where she is. Alexis needs time, and that’s what I’m giving her. Tomorrow, I fly back to her, and I’m going to show her she’s not alone, she’s not dirty or someone I used. But she’s someone I cherish and want.

“I’m going to go,” I tell them. “But I’d suggest you call mom and dad, tell them the news. I can’t say for certain, but I’d bet money that they’ll be pissed too. You’ve got to understand, while it does affect the both of you, it also affects us. When they find out what was said to Alexis, don’t be angry that they’ll be pissed,” I say to my brother. “You fucked up, and you need to understand that.”

His jaw clenches, but he nods. “I know,” he growls. “I’ll fix it.”

No doubt he will, but the question is, will it be too late?

SEVEN

ALEXIS

The sun spills into my room, and I snuggle deeper into the duvet. I love it here, it’s peaceful and tranquil. It’s the perfect getaway. But no matter how much I try, I can’t push past the hurt and anger I’m feeling. As much as I try and pretend it’s not affecting me, it is. Not to mention every time I look at that goddamn table, I’m reminded of what happened between Abel and I.

The warmth of my bed is snuggly and cozy, it’s great to know I don’t have to be up and out of the bed by a certain time. I’m able to just be with my thoughts.

“Is there room for me in there?” I hear the deep gravelly voice of Abel and I close my eyes tighter. What the hell is he doing here? “Baby girl, open your eyes and look at me, please.”

The bed dips, and I feel the heat of his body. He’s so close. Too damn close. I need him to move away, but it’s not going to happen.

“Why are you here?” I ask, not opening my eyes. I can’t. If I see him, I’ll cry. The pain at what happened to us is still raw, I feel it all the time, and it hurts.

“To make things right. You gotta know, baby girl, for six years I’ve been warring with myself. Trying my hardest to stay away from you. You’re my niece, but fuck, you’re so damn sexy and so beautiful that you’re always on my mind. As sick as it is, you’ve starred in my every fantasy.”

I swallow hard at his admission and slowly open my eyes. He’s sitting on the edge of my bed, looking sexy as hell. “Why did you walk away?” I can’t keep the hurt out of my voice.

His eyes soften as he looks at me. “Ah, baby, you’re killing me.”

He pulls the duvet off me, and I release a loud shriek. I’m naked under the sheets, and he’s pulled them off me. His gaze roams my body, causing my blood to thicken. There’s nothing sexier than seeing his eyes darken with lust when he sees my body. He can’t hide how attracted he is to me, and I fucking love that, but he hurt me.

He reaches for me, pulling me into his lap as he sits on the bed. My legs straddling his. “Listen to me,” he pleads.

I nod, knowing I’ll give him the chance to say what he needs to. It doesn’t mean I’ll forgive him.

“Thank you,” he says softly, pressing a kiss against my lips. “I’ve wanted you. I don’t think there will ever be a time that I won’t. The moment we kissed, I was done for, but the moment I slid my cock inside of your pussy, I knew you were mine. I took you too hard, too fast. I was a man possessed, and I wasn’t even thinking. I hate I was so brutal for your first time.” The remorse in his voice has my heart constricting.

“But when I pulled out and saw the blood on my cock, I knew I fucked up. You should have been cherished for your first time not taken so fucking hard. I’m so sorry, baby girl, I never meant to hurt you. I was pissed at myself and if I had stayed, I don’t think I could have been gentle. I want you too much, my control snaps.”

I smile, loving that he doesn’t regret what we did. “So, what you’re saying is, it wasn’t about me, but about you?”

His hands slide up along my body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He nods. “It was all about me and how fucked up I am.”

I wind my arms around his neck. “I like that you’re fucked up,” I whisper as I grind down against his hardness. “Because so am I.”

He pulls in a ragged breath, his hands tighten on my hips. “What?”

“You never asked me if I enjoyed what we did,” I say, my teeth nipping at his lip. “Had you have, I’d have told you I loved it and would want it again.” My teeth capture his lip, and I pull it, loving the way his eyes darken. “Had you spoken to me, I’d have told you I’ve wanted you too.” I grind down on his cock again. “But you didn’t.”

I climb off his lap, not ashamed that I’m naked. He loves my body, and I do too. I love my curves and my pooch. I move toward the bathroom. “I hope you have somewhere to stay, Abel, I have a massage in thirty minutes.”

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